So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year, running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year, running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here
(Extraída del álbum “Wish you were here” / EMI - 1975)
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